Wait just a minute, Girly. I didn’t pop over here to read some boring economics lecture.

Don’t worry. I think you’ll like this one. It’s different. Not a bit of dialogue in it. It’s not even a story. And I tried to keep it on the light side this time.

Have I got you curious?

This week’s photo prompt comes to us from Claire Fuller. She’s a regular contributor to the Fictioneers.

I had a dickens of a time trying to figure out this photo. What do you make of it?

Position Available Immediately

Central Data Coordinator: To organize, manage, review, protect, fabricate, destroy, and otherwise manipulate permanent records of all American citizens and foreign nationals as instructed by operatives of WAG (We Are Good), a wholly independent umbrella agency overseeing the US government.

Skills: exquisite attention to detail, ability to follow instructions without considering consequences, complete discretion, works well while being recorded.

Requirements: US citizen, parents US citizens, and all grandparents US citizens; welcomes brainwashing/intensive training; must love red, white, and blue; loners and cat-lovers preferred. Female and minority applicants are encouraged to apply, but we all know that’s pointless.

*****

A bit cynical for me, I know. But these flashy fictiony challenges tap into secret parts of me…or maybe they invite in a different kind of muse. A feisty muse. Oh dear.

I may be adorable, but I’m rascally, too. If you don’t watch out, I might surprise you…

Do you ever find a surprising voice (or muse) popping out of you at the most unexpected times? Do tell!

Don’t think that’s the job for me. I don’t even think there’s such a thing as minority anymore, not that that would encourage me. But my feeling about that, I’ll reserve for myself. I’d like to apply for job for wearing red. I’ll settle for only 9.00 an hour with it being an easy peasy job and all.

I loved this and laughed through the entire thing. And what is with that first sign? Wha??? My favorite…Works well when being recorded…perfect! This is a gem, Lorna. I like this feisty side of you. I hope FF brings out different sides of me. I hope so.

Love the word smush but be careful not to get squished when they smush.
Meanwhile Lorna your post is indeed rascally and cute. Why does Friday Fiction come from a different part of the brain – mine is about cupcakes. Why oh why? And equally cynical.

As always, thinking outside the box. I like the skill requirements – ability to follow instructions without considering consequences. hehe Sounds like the perfect job for a scatter brain. You found humor and inspiration in a very uninviting photo prompt. I went totally boring and common. Boo – Hoo for me. I wasn’t happy but I wanted to keep myself in the game.
Good job, Ms. Lorna. 😎

Thanks, Pal. I’ll remember this when they’re interrogating me and I have to give up the names of any suspicious characters I’ve met in the past. Anyone who plays Pickle fits the bill as far as I’m concerned!

And I actually do know what that picture is there is a type of bookshelf in well-heeled libraries that smush together using an intricate but quite easy to use system. This allows room for more shelving you turn the crank to separate or smush together shelves to get what you need they may only be used for periodicals, though, as they were in the medical journal library at the WHO.

You’ve got to love satire! I’ll bet if you posted this in certain publications, though, you’d be inundated with applications from people whose overdeveloped sense of blinkered patriotism is matched only by their underdeveloped sense of irony.

In my early twenties I applied for a job as a “lighthouse keeper” with Her Majesties Coastguards, I received a letter back from a gentleman with an impressively senior naval ranking, in which he laid out the requirements necessary for the job I wanted in some detail, He ended his letter, “It would therefore seem that you are quite incapable of doing the job for which you have applied” which I found so amusing that I have remembered it to this say. The same also applies to the posts you detail in your post. No doubt, one day, my perfect job will reveal itself to me !

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